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From: Madly.Off.in.All.Directions@gamma.aei.ca
Subject: {ASSM} After Arriving - Kate and Sandra - Part 2
Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 06:10:02 -0500
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Part One: The Show

Kate dropped Sandra's hand and stood to one side, feeling suddenly shy
as Sandra unlocked the door into her apartment.  Sandra opened the
door, then grabbed Kate's hand and literally yanked her into the
apartment.  Sandra stepped up onto the stepping stool just inside the
front door and planted a firm kiss on Kate's mouth, working the
startled mouth open with her tongue and swirling that tongue around
and around in Kate's mouth as she pushed the door closed with her
foot. Kate's tongue responded to Sandra's aggressive attack, jousting
with the tongue invader that had come from the mouth so firmly
attached to her own. Kate's body arched in response to the sensations
triggered by Sandra's hungry kiss. Sandra pulled away, and stared -
long and hard - at Kate's now trembling body.

"Turn around." Sandra almost whispered the instructions as she stepped
down off the stool.

"Slowly." She barked, and Kate immediately slowed the pace of her
rotation. Kate turned, slowly and self-consciously, aware of Sandra's
intense gaze examining every inch of the body in front of her.

"Strip for me."  The tone in Sandra's voice brooked no opposition. As
Kate moved into the center of the combination living room/dining room,
Sandra went over to the stereo and pressed the 'Play' button on the
cassette deck. The strains of Ravel's "Bolero" started up.  

Kate thought "How trite! That one was done to death after 'Ten'." But
she soon forgot those ungenerous thoughts as she started swaying to
the sensual and hypnotic rhythm of the music. By the time Sandra sat
down on the couch facing Kate, Kate had her eyes half closed, having
been transported by the music she was swaying and gyrating to.

"Dance for me baby."

Kate started unbuttoning the buttons still done up.  Slowly.
Rhythmically. All the time matching her gyrations to the rhythm, at
the insistence of the music she was asked to dance to.

Kate finished the buttons, and bared her breasts to the woman in front
of her. She let the camisole slide off her shoulders and cupped and
pushed her breasts and pulled at her nipples in time to the throb of
Ravel's music. She was gratified to hear a sharp intake of breath from
Sandra in response to this last move. Kate redoubled her efforts,
trying to tease this amazing woman seated before her beyond the point
of sanity. "Make her want me!  Make her need to do me."  Kate pleaded
in her thoughts as the dance continued.

Her hips tracing ever widening spirals and circles in the air as they
rotated to the beat. Kate reached behind and undid the button at the
waistband of her skirt.  As her back sashayed around and into Sandra's
view, Kate unzipped the zipper, then stopped ("I timed it to fall
exactly on the beat - Sandra will be so pleased!'), and let the small
skirt fall to the ground.  

"Face me, baby. Open your legs for me and show me how excited you get
from stripping for me."

The tempo of Bolero became more insistent, and Kate raised one leg to
the arm of the couch beside Sandra. She flashed her pussy, displaying
the curls of her untrimmed bush as she kept up the rhythmic movements
of her pelvis and unfastened the clasps holding up one stocking.  She
slowly rolled the stocking down past the knee, then pulled it off in
one quick movement by grasping the toe and yanking with a flourish.
Sandra's eyes were dragged from the wet cunt inches from her face to
that stocking, and Kate grabbed its other end.  She slowly dragged it
back and forth between her legs, pursing her lips, closing her eyes
and making a soft little  "oh" as it stimulated her swollen and
throbbing clitoris. 

The stocking floated aimlessly to the floor. 

Kate brought the now bare leg down to the floor in one sinuous
movement, then placed the other one up on the arm of the sofa,
performing the same careful routine of unclasping, rolling, removing
and straddling the remaining piece of hosiery in time to the heady
throb of 'Bolero'. Her dragging of the stocking across her swollen and
now dripping sex was almost more than she could stand, and as she felt
the starting pulses that presaged an orgasm, she took the stocking
away quickly. Bringing her to orgasm was Sandra's job, and ONLY
Sandra's job. Kate tossed the very damp stocking to Sandra, who raised
it to her nose, sniffing Kate's sex-scent, and feeling the wetness of
Kate's excitement.

"Luscious. Beautiful and luscious and earthy and sexy and luscious."
Sandra's eyes raised from the stocking to watch Kate, head thrown
back, hips moving to the sensuous tempo pulsating through the room and
both their bodies.

The music was hitting the crescendo, and Kate continued the gyration
of her hips as she undid the many hooks that held the garter together
over her ample hips, one by one, until this last garment fell to her
feet. Kate put on a finale to the show: cupping her breasts, pressing
them together, and twirling around faster and faster falling to her
hands and knees on the final chord.

"Don't move!" Sandra was using her 'no nonsense' voice.

Kate stayed on her hands and knees, and craned her neck to see what
Sandra was doing over on the couch.  Sandra's blouse was already
removed, and now the short shorts were coming off.

Kate turned her head back and concentrated on quelling the tide rising
from her pussy. She was breathing heavily. Hot, for the weather was
still sultry. Hot, for Sandra's breasts always gave her thrills of the
very best kind. Hot, because displaying her self so flagrantly, so
naughtily, always made her that way. Hot.  Just hot, hot, HOT!!

She felt Sandra approach her from the rear.

"My, my, my - what do we have here?"  Sandra placed a warm hand on
Kate's ass waving in the air, then started tinkling it with her
finger-tips.

Kate could barely utter a muffled "Yes." Sandra did not move and said
nothing. Kate wanted Sandra to do wonderful and delicious things to
her. She arched herself into Sandra's touch. Then it stopped. Sandra
walked around to Kate's head, then knelt down, tilted Kate's head up
with a hand under her chin, forcing Kate to make eye contact.

"Should I touch your breasts now dear? Pull and tweak those gorgeous
big nipples of yours?"

"Yes.  Please, Sandra." Kate tried to lower her head when she said
this, but Sandra's firm pressure forced Kate to make this plea while
staring straight into Sandra's eyes.

"Should I run my hands all over your body. Do you want me to play with
you so badly it almost hurts." As it was so often with Sandra, this
was not a question, but an assertion.

Kate moaned, and Sandra released the firm pressure under Kate's chin,
so Kate could lower her chin. Her body trembled as Sandra rose from in
front of her and walked to the stereo. Bolero was ejected, and another
tape went in. 

Lyric strains of a violin started. Tchaikovsky. But what? Kate's
desire-fogged mind knew she that she knew the answer to that, but she
could not concentrate enough to force remembrance.

The touch of a hand to her breast came as a surprise. Kate had not
heard Sandra's approach. The nipple was squeezed and pulled.  Kate
felt thrills run right from the nipple to the very center of her sex,
as if there was a direct connection from the one to the other. The
moisture that had built during her dance began to trickle down her leg

Sandra said not a word, but allowed her tender touch to roam Kate's
body freely.  Occasionally kisses brushed the back of Kate's neck. A
nibble on an ear. The teasing gentleness and tenderness of these
touches made Kate want to scream and clasp Sandra to her. But she just
closed her eyes and focused on the hands and mouth, revelling in the
tingles they sent through her body, keeping herself in the moment,
losing all track of time as the fingers traced their sensuous path
along Kate's body.

Sandra slid a finger up the drips now running down Kate's leg,
following them up to their source, and teased her fingers around the
wet and waiting opening. "What have we here? Looks like someone was
expecting me. Waiting for me. Hoping for me."

Kate felt Sandra's fingers work Kate's liquid expression of desire and
lust all over her now-throbbing cunt. Her eyes closed to savour the
sheer mind-numbingecstasy of it. Around the clitoris. Pinching the
clitoris. Around the puckered little rosebud of her anus. The hand,
wet with girl-juice, worked itself up and down that part of Kate's
body that was now making all the decisions for her.

She could feel Sandra's hot breath on her pussy, coming in panting
gasps. Then - an explosion of sensation - as Sandra grabbed Kate's
backside and pulled her down on to a waiting mouth that sucked Kate's
increasingly sensitive clitoris hard, extending it as much as
possible. Then teeth gently closed it, trapping it in its extension,
and a tongue started flicking the end of it. A finger worked its way
deeply into her moist hole, teasing and tickling the sides until the
pressure and pleasure and almost pain of it make Kate think that she
would explode. 

Teeth gently nibbled their way along the inside of Kate's thighs, and
she could feel a pulsing of desire start to engulf her. The mouth
returned to its previous torment of Kate's protruding and grateful
clit, while a second finger joined the one already deep inside her.
Kate gasped and writhed against Sandra's mouth and hand. Kate started
bucking against the tormenting hand and mouth, and as her climax - no,
climaxES - came and came and came in wave after wave, as she moaned
and groaned and finally screamed. 

Sandra removed her fingers, but maintained a gentle caressing of
Kate's pussy with her tongue until she felt Kate's muscle tone give
way. She released her mouth's hold and gently lowered Kate onto her
side.  She rose onto her elbows and brushed Kate's cheek tenderly with
her lips, moving them slowly and gently to Kate's ear.

"Did you enjoy that? Did you love the way I made you moan and scream
and cum" Sandra nibbled on Kate's ear. "Rest, my dear. You have to
build up your strength for round three."

Part Two: Remembering

Kate awoke on the floor. Sandra was spooned behind her, and a pillow
lay under their heads. Kate's hand felt moist, and she realized it was
resting between Sandra's legs. A cool breeze tickled over her body and
made her nipples tighten against the cold. The heat wave had finally
broken.

She felt delicious and sexy and very well loved. Her thoughts
wandered, and she found herself remembering her first meeting with
Sandra.

			* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It had been nearly 5 years since she had left her husband of 13 years,
4 of them entirely chaste years. In that time she had fantasies,
desires, needs, dreams. She tried making on-line connections. First
with men. After all, she was heterosexual. (Wasn't she?)  Those did
not work, and she decided to take a chance by placing a personal ad on
a 'Women seeking Women' on-line 'dating' service.  She had never
thought of herself as bisexual (or, heaven help, lesbian), but . . .

There was something about the curve at the nape of a woman's neck, the
thrust of her breasts when she breathed deeply, the delicacy of motion
and touch . . .

Her one experience with girl sex had been a good one, and she was
finding men increasingly annoying. So, she placed an ad under the
category looking for an Intimate  (read "I want sex!!  I need sex!!')
woman-to-woman relationship.  

But all she had received were letters from men pretending to be women
(pathetic, but so very, very typical), M/F couples looking for a third
(even though her ad explicitly said 'No' to that), women too amazingly
needy to ever be anything other than a millstone around one's neck, or
dominatrixes looking for a 24/7.

That last one gave Kate pause. 'What is there in my ad that makes them
think I want to have my life run by someone else?  That I want to call
someone Mistress, ask their permission to pee or eat or breathe, walk
around naked outside of work hours, serve them meals naked and on my
knees, and apologize for any independent thought that crosses my
mind?'

So she read about D/s relationships, trying to find out what she had
said to make this kind of people seek her out. Much of it (scat play,
nipple torture, whipping, enemas, golden showers, branding and
piercing) made her shudder, if not actually gag. But some things gave
her major tingles in her nether region. Like erotic dance for an
audience, light bondage, blindfolding, corsets, exhibitionism, food
play, having food or clothing chosen for you.  Even being assigned by
your 'domme' to another for an evening held a secret thrill for her.
(She could feel herself growing wet at the thought of this.)

She spent a long time thinking about the tingles she got from reading
about these things. She decided that it was a question of control, and
not wanting to have any (where sexual matters were concerned).  She
realized that she had very naughty thoughts and desires, but
insufficient confidence to try them on her own.  She needed someone to
'make' her do the things she wanted, but was afraid, to do. Someone
who would be loving and caring and proprietarily protective, but firm
and unyielding when it came to the course their sexual interactions
were to take. Kate didn't want to be something other than who she was,
for she was an intelligent, funny and extroverted woman. Outside the
bedroom she needed to be herself. Behind the bedroom doors, she still
wasn't sure who she was.  She needed to find someone willing to help
her on the search for her sexual self.

The responses her ad elicited had been disappointing, and even though
it went 'against the grain', she decided to try and initiate contact.

The ad was appealing because there were no spelling mistakes  (she had
obviously taken the time to proof-read the damned thing before she
posted it).  It was also appealing because it was intelligently
written and made no promises or demands.  And it was from someone
local!!!! 

Their correspondence continued very sporadically via email for about a
month, at which time they graduated to online chat. Sandra was much
shorter than Kate (it gave Kate a thrill just to think about that),
smart, funny, sensual and confident. The photo was of a woman with a
warm smile and intelligent eyes.

After their second chat  - a 3-hour marathon of typing and giggling
and incredibly naughty innuendo  - they decided that they needed to
talk on the phone.

A phone call like this is almost worse than a blind date.  There are
awkward silences, nervous gigglings, tentative outreaches, and an
almost palpable miasma of insecurity.  You know that you are being
judged, and desperately afraid that you will be found lacking and that
this is yet another contact that will dissolve into nothingness.

There were elements of all of those at the start of the 3 hour
conversation (and in a couple of places in the middle), but for the
most part there was the sense of having found someone who could be a
good friend.  It would be nice (Hell, it would be REALLY nice!!) if
the sex thing worked out, but even if it didn't, here was what Anne of
Green Gables would call a 'kindred spirit'.

They talked about the meaning of life. Then everything but the meaning
of life. About life histories. About dreams. About goals. The
conversation probably would have gone on another 3 hours minimum if
ear rot had not set in. (You are familiar with ear rot, I am sure.
That horrible, sweaty, dead-numb feeling an ear gets after you hold a
phone to it for more than an hour.  Or 2 ears and 2 hours if you
switch.)

A few more emails back and forth, and a meeting time, date and place
was set. 

			* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Kate took more care getting ready for this meeting than she had for
any other meeting ever before in her life. 

She was ready to leave the apartment 2 hours before she had to. Jeesh
- she was acting like a bloody schoolgirl.  Her palms were sweating
and butterflies danced and flew in her stomach. She decided to have a
beer to calm herself.

Time passed so slowly. Finally, it was time. Kate got into the car and
drove to the arranged meeting place.  A neutral, well-lit, public
location. They may be looking for 'intimate' contact, but they weren't
fools. (Tim Horton's has a lot for a person to be grateful for.)

Kate could barely contain the pounding of her heart as she shut off
the ignition and got out of the car. She was sure the organ was going
to burst out of her chest and that she would collapse in a heap in
front of all those floor to ceiling windows. She could barely bring
herself to look inside and scan the seated crowd for the woman she was
here to meet.

Then, as she opened the door and moved to the counter to order a
French cruller and coffee, a feeling of panic almost subsumed her. Was
she absolutely fucking nuts?  Coming to meet a total stranger with a
view to having sex with them? Thinking of bringing her 'closet'
lesbian desires out into the open? Thinking that any woman on the face
of God's green earth would find her 44 -year-old, supremely average
body attractive?  All the women in erotic literature for lesbians that
she had read had measurements that would make Barbie jealous.  They
were young and nubile and drop-dead gorgeous, with breasts that
weren't losing the battle against gravity.  They were tentative about
girl-sex, until they had their first taste of it, at which point they
became insatiable.  Did she even have the physical strength to be
insatiable any more?

For a brief moment she considered just picking up her order, turning
on her heels and fleeing. Then the adventurous risk-taker in her
smacked back the fear, and she paid for her order then turned to scan
the seated clientele.

A very short woman was looking intently at her. Their eyes met, and
Kate could see the woman mouthing her name, while a question mark
rested in her eyes. Kate nodded, took a deep breath, and moved
purposefully towards the table where the woman was sitting.

			* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Part Three: Encore

Sandra's breathing was deep and steady.  Wanting to rearrange herself
(floors are hard), Kate tried to remove her hand from Sandra's crotch.
She heard a whisper  -  Sandra was awake.

Kate craned her neck to see the time on the VCR -  only 2 am?  She
felt like she had been asleep for hours. She relaxed her neck and
tried to stretch without moving the hand Sandra had trapped between
her legs. Unsuccessfully. She felt Sandra clamp tighter on the hand
and start slowly thrusting so that her sex rubbed against the hand.

The slow gentle thrusting stopped, and Sandra stirred, releasing the
grip on Kate's hand.

Sandra rolled over onto her back, and spread her legs. Kate raised
herself up on to her elbows and turned to look at Sandra spread out in
front of her. Sandra reached of one of Kate's hands, and laid it on
the furry mound between her legs.

The breasts were flattened, the way that they get when a woman is on
her back. But the nipples were big and luscious, and their flesh
looked so round and warm and inviting  . . .

Kate tickled a hand down from the small niche at the base of Sandra's
throat, tracing circles around those beautiful breasts, around the
nipples, down, down, around the belly button twice, down into the
furry bush, down to the slit almost hidden in the mound of curly brown
hair.  When her hand reached the warm fur of Sandra's sex, Kate
latched onto one of the nipples lying tanatalizingly mere inches from
her mouth, and began to suck like a nursing babe. The hand kept up its
explorations.

Kate could feel Sandra quiver as her fingers gently probed towards the
centre of Sandra's femaleness. She heard a soft moan when a finger
reached the slit between the labial lips, and the little nub that
rested there. She ran her finger back and forth through the soft
folds, feeling the slight dampness change to wetness.

"Mmmmh" Kate increased the pressure against Sandra's pussy as she felt
Sandra's body responding. Her own body responded to the sight and
scent of the woman spread out before her. Kate's wetness grew, as did
the tingling feeling of heat between her legs. Oh, such a lovely
pussy. 

Back and forth, back and forth, using her entire hand, and running a
finger up into the dark and lovely place that was the source of the
lovely Sandra-scented wetness with every pass. Sandra's body was
beginning to hump against the hand, and Kate thought this would be a
good time to taste the woman she was loving. 

She slowed the pace of the rubbing and brought her head down towards
the swollen lips. First a flick of the tongue against the now
protruding clit.  Sandra spasmed as if hit by 2000 volts of
electricity.

"What a good little pussy-licker you are, my dear" Kate blossomed
under the praise, and redoubled her efforts. Wanting, more than
anything she had ever wanted before, to make Sandra scream the way she
had made Kate scream, Kate sucked and nibbled and licked and teased.
Pinched and pulled at the nipples on those lovely breasts. Tickled the
puckered anus with a finger lubricated with girl-juice. Thrust a
hungry tongue into the depths of Sandra's sex.

Kate could feel the rumbles that presaged the quake to come.  Suddenly
Sandra was bucking and twisting and shouting unintelligible words of
encouragement and ecstasy.

The scream surprised Kate, even though she had been putting all her
skill and attention and lust into achieving that goal. Sandra went
limp, moaning gutturally, writhing gently as the aftershocks hit her
spent body.

Kate raised her head from the lovely and loved crotch and cradled
Sandra in her arms, placing gentle, brushing kisses on the eyes, and
the cheeks, and the forehead, and the chin, and the nose and, finally,
the lips of the diminutive woman who had taught Kate so very, very
much and who owned Kate's body so completely. 

Sandra moved slowly, almost unconsciously, in Kate's arms until she
finally came back to earth. She looked tenderly up into Kate's
questioning eyes.

"You did good, Kate."  This, followed by a tender kiss and some
unheard murmurings, was the last thing Kate remembered as she drifted
off.

Part Four: Round 4

			* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Sandra?" 

"Don't sit down." Kate was just beginning to ease herself into the
seat across from the diminutive woman, but stopped short, and
straightened herself back up. She placed the tray with her coffee and
doughnut on the small tabletop.

"Yes, I am Sandra. You must be Kate. My, you ARE a tall one, aren't
you?" Sandra grinned up at Kate, then motioned Kate to sit.

They sat in awkward silence for several minutes, obviously evaluating
each other, and also not quite sure what to say to 'break the ice'. 

"Nice boobs!" Kate's open-book face showed her discomfiture.  No woman
had ever talked to her like that before. "Very nice indeed. Something
a person could really sink their teeth into." Sandra chuckled at the
start Kate made. "Don't worry - I would never hurt you. I was just
saying that they look good enough to eat."

Kate relaxed and took a sip of her coffee. "So." she said, after a
long stretch of silence.

"So." replied Sandra. Another pause, then they both careened off into
fits of nervous giggling.

"Hard to believe we are two articulate women who can carry on 3 hour
phone conversations hardly pausing for a breath the entire time." Kate
shook her head in mock chagrin. This was so much more awkward than she
thought it would be. Even though it was a personal contact, there was
still an element of anonymity to a phone conversation. This was up
front and, well, personal. Kate flushed thinking about the things they
had talked about: private desires, secret lusts - and sex.  Two
strangers (well, almost strangers) talking openly about sex and what
they wanted. Kate looked over towards Sandra and caught an intense
critical gaze of appraisal coming across the table.

Kate straightened her shoulders (she really must stop slouching).

			* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Kate stirred, and through the haze of half-sleep half-consciousness
she could hear the strains of Orff's "Carmina Burana'. She felt a
tingle of anticipation between her legs.

"Mercy, aren't we dirty. Time for a shower, I think. Can't have you
all dirty." Sandra reached down a hand to help Kate to her feet.

Sandra led Kate down the unlit hall ('Where was that light coming from
- it must be almost dawn.' thought Kate) into the bathroom, and placed
her on the toilet seat while she started running the water for the
shower. "Can't have you all sweaty and sticky from her naughty
playing, can I."

Sandra held the shower curtains aside and motioned Kate under the
water, then joined her, grabbing a nylon net puff as she entered.

Kate stood under the stream of water, allowing it to rain over her
head, and run down her back, around her breasts, and down her legs.
Sandra took the bottle of shower gel, and placed a liberal dollop on
the puff. "Turn around - I want to do your back." Chuckle.

Kate turned, and felt Sandra lathering up her back. The puff first
inscribed lazy circles in the middle of Kate's back. Then the circles
grew larger as the puff scrubbed Kate's shoulders, neck and waist,
finally moving down to her ass ('My big FAT ass' thought Kate
deprecatingly).

"Bend over. Your girl parts need cleaning, too." Kate bent over, hands
resting on her knees. "Spread you legs a bit - I can't clean you
properly when you legs are tight together."

Kate spread her legs as widely as the bathtub would allow her to as
Sandra went back to the gel bottle for another shot.

She could feel Sandra bending over her, and the rough and soapy
feeling of the puff on her dangling breasts.  A little whimper
indicated her disappointment. "You have girl parts besides those
between you legs." Sandra cleaned the breasts very, very thoroughly,
paying special attention to the nipples that were now hard enough and
erect enough to catch in the web of the netting occasionally. At each
little catch a thrill ('Or is it a chill?' thought Kate) shot down to
her other 'girl parts', which were starting to feel wet from more than
just the shower water.

The teasing puff soaped it's way down Kate's stomach to those other
girl parts, which were starting to throb with desire under Sandra's
gentle ministrations. Then out, around the hips, across the buns, and
down between the legs.  The gentle rough texture of the puff soon had
Kate humping against Sandra's ministering hand, and making happy
little pigeon-like 'cooing' noises. 

"Can't forget those long legs of yours - so MUCH to clean." Sandra
worked the puff up and down and around each leg in its turn, then
tapped Kate's right ankle as a signal for her to lift that foot.

Kate raised her foot, and felt Sandra's soapy hands on each individual
toe, up and down and in between. "Rinse." ordered Sandra, and Kate
swooshed her foot back and forth in the water at the bottom of the tub
until the soap was rinsed off and she could stand on that foot again
safely.

"Other foot." The process was repeated.

"Ok, baby. Time to towel off."

While Kate was drying herself she could see Sandra's silhouette:
washing herself quickly from head to toe. The water was turned off,
and Sandra emerged from the shower, dripping from the tips of her nose
and the tight little nipples.  "I need to be dried off, too." Sandra
looked at the towel in Kate's hand.

Kate raised the towel and started drying Sandra's hair - rubbing it
quickly and thoroughly to remove all excess water. Then she applied
the towel gently to Sandra's neck, briskly to her back and front,
lovingly between her legs, and firmly down her legs. A finger in the
towel was used to dry between the toes, and Sandra was done.

Sandra took Kate's right hand and gently led her into the bedroom. The
strains of 'Carmina Burana' that had been masked by the sound of the
running water seemed to fill both the house and Kate's head. 

Sandra walked Kate over to the bed, turned her so that her back as
towards it, and gave her shoulders a push, so that Kate fell onto the
bed. Sandra walked over to 'The Drawer', and removed something that
Kate could not see. 

"Close your eyes." The command was given gently and lovingly. Kate
complied.  Her head was raised, and something tied around it, covering
her eyes from the top of her forehead to just above the tip of her
nose. "Is that too tight?" asked Sandra.

"No - it is just fine." Kate could feel the heat radiating from
between her legs. The chorus of voices in 'Carmina Burana' echoed the
urgency that was beginning to engulf Kate.

She felt Sandra take her right wrist and strap something soft around
it. The arm was pulled up over her head, then out at a 45-degree
angle. Kate tested the arm - there was less than an inch of movement
available to her. The same was done to the left arm. Kate could hear
the music, and feel her wetness building. 

Kate's two legs were now similarly bound, leaving her wet pussy open
to the cool tickling of any breeze that happened to find it. Kate
could barely contain her growing excitement. She was helpless, bound
to the bed of a tiny little woman whose head barely reached her
breasts, completely under the power of woman who knew her for the
little lesbian slut that she was. She tested against her bonds, but
she was helpless. She wanted to writhe, to bring her pussy lips
together and give some relief to them, to gratify their mounting need
for touch, any touch. But her legs laughed at her attempts to move
them, and the breeze continued it's cunning, intermittent attack.

Kate could sense, rather than hear Sandra leave the room. "Oh God!!"
Kate moaned, and lost herself in the feelings of helplessness and
thoughts of sex.

"Ah!' A sharp gasp left Kate's mouth as drop of something ice-cold
landed on her breast. She had not heard Sandra return. "Aahh!
Mmmfph!!" Something smooth and icy traced its way around her breasts,
resting on the hungry little nub of a nipple, sending shivers of cold
and delight coursing around her body.  Kate strained against the
restraints, trying to escape the almost painfully cold object working
its way all over her body.

"You were getting too hot." Sandra's voice sounded both warm and
punishing. 

The icy cold thing melted its way down Kate's stomach, creating
rivulets of icy wetness that ran down along the curve of her waist,
and her hips, and eventually her furry mound. Kate tried to turn from
side to side to escape the thing and the cold shivers it gave to her
body, but the restraints had too little play in them.

Sandra tickled the icy cold thing around the outside edges of Kate's
'other' lips. "We must do something to cool you down and ease the
swelling here."  The icy thing dived between the swollen lips, and
penetrated the welcoming hole that lay between them, filling it almost
to bursting. The pleasure-cum-pain of it (filling and cold and oh, so
sweet) caused Kate to renew her writhing as she tried to hump against
this marvellous thing. But she was unable to move to enough to find
the fulfilment she craved, and she was forced to take it as offered,
too slowly for the need swelling inside of her.

Kate's head whirred as she lost all awareness of anything except the
icy cold pleasure between her legs. Then she jumped against the
restraints as another cold icy thing was brought into play, teasing at
her breasts, causing rivers of cold to run down to her back and
shivers to wrack her body.

Something warm now touched her pulsing clit. Kate only vaguely
recognized the expert technique of Sandra's amazing tongue, as the icy
cold thing pumped in and out, in and out, and the orgasm started
building like the roll of distant thunder.

"Is that better? Are you feeling cooler?" "Mmmmfph." Kate's guttural
acknowledgement of her carnal needs seemed to spur Sandra on.  The
thunder got closer and closer, and Kate could barely hear Sandra's
words through the torrent that was engulfing her.

Even though Kate knew it was coming, the convulsions of the orgasm
caught her off-guard. She tried to writhe her body to match the waves
of sensation, but the restraints prevented her from closing down into
the little ball she wanted to form. The onslaught built: all cold and
heat and tremors and fullness and a deep burgundy haze. The icy thing
continued pumping at her, and she moaned and shrieked and called for
it to stop. It ignored her plea, reaming and twisting its way up to
her head as cold rivers ran down her crack, and that ever-present warm
tongue licked furiously at her until she could bear it no longer . . .

Kate awoke cradled in Sandra's arms, her arms and legs free again,
with soft murmurings penetrating her consciousness. " . . . You didn't
even use our safe word, my brave darling. Your beautiful hungry pussy
is mine, all mine, and I will and can have it whenever I want, because
you need my touch more than anything else in the world.  Your body is
mine, and you just love being owned by me, don't you, you little
whore. You just can't wait for the next time I claim my rights and
take you." Kate's last memory before she drifted away was of a gentle
brush of lips against her cheek and Sandra's warm body snuggling up
against her back as a warm hand cupped her breast.

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